Punch - Uninspired lyrics

[Verse 1] Life is like a movie written by yours truly Coming to age flip, entitled unruly The story of the warrior tryna stay above The shark infested bloody waters of the ghetto love The casket weights Get casted as supporting actors Digging through trash cans Collecting cans, pushing baskets Chasing that last hit, but can't quite grasp it In front of stores, hara**ing customers Flashback, seen a young hustler Ambitious, surpa**ing his wisdom Cash addicted Or is it adrenaline That forces these decisions that he gotta live with Right or wrong But either way, it's inched in stone The art direction inspired by court progression And I'm on it for artists who tag expressions On a wall that's been rattled with bullet fragments Painted over, survival guilt, hang's over [Hook] Looking out of my project window Sometimes I feel so uninspired Thinking about my family and kinfolk You know it just takes me higher [Verse 2] You can tell the tree by the fruit that you produced Momma, product of the truth Is introduced to the news Hanging from it Bottom of watts n***as I hung with I had to stomach Watching the fans commit Rummaging through the dope spot Looking for something that they hope don't find Imagine that on a young mind You can find the iron cups in the squad car Life flashing like the sirens Mama cussing at the cops crying Wishing her baby wasn't so defiant He need change He gon' get rich or die trying Try to be strong, but inside he's dying Just cut the scene The subtitles leave, open the lenses, be road footage Shell cases, dirty syringes And sandbox from kids is playing ignorance's Bliss they learn quick Nobody is innocent, in a sense [Hook] Looking out of my project window Sometimes I feel so uninspired Thinking about my family and kinfolk You know it just takes me higher [Verse 3] The credits rolling In order of appearance The name's on the gym wall We praying on they all repented The good, the bad and the misunderstood We take for granted till they buried under the hood Like a good mechanic, manic depressing And candid camera's capture the message Written in an old English bottle Broken in the street Crushed like our dreams Before we realize that they can be achieved Last shot on green screen, it's me lounging with my feet up Expensive suites, ordering eats up In a cut, train tracks Me walking alone, reciting my uncle's raps Backpack on, moment of peace The streets never rest, the pressure's on me Doing ignorant mess, tryna impress the homies Look in the mirror before you thrust on me To be continued, fade to black slowly [Hook] Looking out of my project window Sometimes I feel so uninspired Thinking about my family and kinfolk You know it just takes me higher